Ooo...I love those zebra shoes! I love my body because it carried a child and allowed me to give birth. And that was a miracle. Oh, and I love my fingers because they wipe away tears...mine and those from the people I love.

Every time I look at my belly and see a layer of fat...still...I think of my little baby that I had 6 months ago...and then I love it! I placed him for adoption and miss him like crazy, but my tummy reminds me of the miracle that he is! Such a miracle! Also- my hands- HUGE- but so capable!

Lovely post!! Oh my goodness who said animal print was ever out? I'll rock leopard print (brown and black not the orange kind)everyday of the week!!I love my eyelashes cause they are long and flirty and i'll bat them to get my way:0)Also my skinny feet since they allowed me to do ballet for 10 years and look really pretty with some pink polish!

I have such a typical answer, but, i love my body for the purpose I fulfill as a mother. To carry another human being in a womb is a miracle itself {not to mention the most beautiful and radiant feeling you have while pregnant- which is what I think all woman are suppose to feel all the time}. Then to have the strength and power to deliver is another thing... but in the end its the humility, patience, and love that you grow and learn from beginning to end of your child's life.I also thank my eyes for the beauty of sight.

my hands. to do things for myself, but even more, do things for others. there is a beautiful song that is about Christ, and some of the lyrics include, "His hands would serve his whole life through, showing men what hands might do, giving, ever giving endlessly.." beautiful.

I love your shoes! Such a cute photo. I love my body because it has carried me across streets, state lines, oceans, and continents. It has survived car crashes, bad falls, illness, and a broken heart. And yet, I am still here :)

I'll geek out for a second and say from my graduate studies...I'm amazed that our bodies can get all the necessary motions together to create speech in the first place, let alone to do it as fluently, seamlessly, and emotionally as we do.

You are wonderful. Many times your blog has lifted my spirits and given my confidence that little boost I need every once in a while. This one's for you: http://einahpetsneleb.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-perfect-body.html :)

my eyes: they help me see the beauty in others, they make me unique because of their unusual color, they encompass who i am, the blue- soft and kind and a splash of yellow/green- for my feistiness and drive, and best of all they make me thankful for my dad who is no longer with me, he was the one that gave me my big blue eyes!

my body is perfect because it's mine. it's me. i look out at the world through it. my body and my spirit make my soul.

my body is prefect because it tells me what i need. it says "i need sleep!" or "i need food!" or "i need exercise!" or "i need rest!" and because my body tells my spirit these things, i can take care of my soul.

my body is prefect because it brings me joy. the joy of the wind through my hair on a summer night. the joy of a beautiful day. the joy of a juicy peach or a tender kiss on my neck.

My body is perfect because it is me. It is mine. No one else can ever replicate exactly what I am. No amount of surgery or hair product could make them me. Each freckle, each scar, each crooked dimple, each pound on my body--it's me. And no one else gets to experience the joy that is being me.

without my body i would never have been able to love my husband like i do. i know him in every way.. i know every inch of his body and he knows every inch of mine. there's something very beautiful about that. (wow.. that sounded very PG 13 huh? :) great project meg.. very inspiring.

Meg! What a beautiful initiative. You're causing a revolution :) look at all these beautiful women appreciating themselves...that's not something you see too often. Congratulations!

My body? It's perfect because of so many reasons!

My hair probably most of all because it keeps my cold ears warm in these crazy winters. {I mean, as well as taking the acting role of a humidity gauge in the summer AND being an undeniably terrific addition at any concert or dance party}.

my body is perfect because it allows me to relish in the simplistic beauty of the summertime-- to feel the sand between my toes, to take in the scent of fresh cut grass and hamburgers grilling, to relax in the evening's cool breeze, to wake up to that brilliant summer sunshine-- and smile.